Why does it seem that I'm constantly stepping over fallen stars?
It feels like ages since I've seen a white stripe to adorn this awful masterpiece.
I am at a loss for words Comrade.
My right hand is an advocate for an abject religion.
Don't call this a union when it so reeks of human sacrifice.
We are a cult worshiping the weakest of gods.
For congressmen are robed in the most achromatic black.
Economize all you want, we'll always need more than we can handle.
The curtain is rising just like tax on common sense.
Lets take it all at once and get sick later.
Address the Senate and pray that it reaches shell-shocked ears.
Their hearts grow more stagnant with every letter home.
Just how much do you think your "ten-year-plan" means to a corpse?
Go bloody your own hands then tell me who's missing the point.
I'll be busy sending salt to the enemy.
